[Video || Action]
22 August 2011 at 05:25 pm
[Buffy is out on the beach again this morning barefoot, wearing yoga pants and a white tank. She's got The Bangles playing on a radio--don't judge her for her music.]

Tai Chi class in twenty minutes. Bring your coffee. I think it helps you find your chi. Even better if its chai instead of coffee.
The 129th Day
22 August 2011 at 05:22 pm
Good morning, inmates. It is the 129th day of the third generation.

I have managed to restore my communication faculties. I am sorry for being unavailable yesterday. The confusion with the extraneous inmates is regrettable, however, no permanent damage was done, and no inmates were harmed. The inmates who arrived yesterday were not processed and so they were not properly extricated from their timelines, and as such, they were able to be returned until their data is properly collected and their trials are held. Rest assured that should they be settled once again in their native dimensions while awaiting trial, they will have no recollection of their time here.

The system will be available for requests once more.
[ Video | Open ]
17 August 2011 at 09:27 am
I am Bak Chan, the great inventor, and I demand to know how this device works! [ he's got the audio part down pat, that was already incorporated into the Order's standard uniform. But the video screen? How did they make it so small and compact? ]

((ooc: Fail Bak, so much fail… I'm also tossing this up before work so I may not be able to get to these until after but I'll squeeze in what tags I can. Sorry!))
17 August 2011 at 12:53 am
[A green-eyed redhead in a bright yellow and red suit is not amused--oh no. He is frowning into the screen and all but pouting.]

So we're stuck in a place where people waste food and there's clearly not enough to go around. I mean, there's not even enough refrigerators in the kitchen!

[As proven by the fact he's already emptied out one of them in a need to straighten out whatever messed up energy drain his body is going through--and it didn't even help.]

There's the convenient store, the pizza parlor, ice cream parlor, ramen stand, and the kitchens at the shelter, right? Anywhere else a guy can find food around here?
Location: Shelter / Late Morning
[action/ open | computer labs]
15 August 2011 at 10:32 pm
[So there's a naked blue chick in the computer labs, leaning on one elbow and milking the computers for all they're worth as well as the communicator she's kept on. Hacking the available resources is the way to go to get the information you want, right? So you bet your boots she's listening to (all) the broadcasts today.

Get too close and get side-eyed. If the room starts to get busy she'll shift her form to something a little easier to blend in, preferably Jean Grey. Just because Logan likes it. But for now she's just reclining and putting up her feet. First glance's free, second's going to cost you.]
15 August 2011 at 08:15 pm
[There's a young blonde walking through the sectors, eyeing her surroundings while clutching the left side of her stomach tightly, out of instinct-- her clothes are torn and bloody, but she's fine. Somehow. All the more troubling in her opinion.]

Cute. Real cute. 'Underwater prison' was definitely on the list of what I pictured Hell would be like, right next to 'meadow of fluffy bunnies.' What's next? Sit around waiting for a musical number to greet me?

[Not that she had much to complain about, considering the alternative, but... Well. Whenever things didn't feel right, they probably weren't. Siiiigh. Then, more of a mumble to herself,]

At this rate, if there isn't a bar or clothing store nearby I'll be sorely disappointed.
[video | action | open]
18 July 2011 at 05:57 pm
[Link got an early start on the day. After all, there was much to learn and record, and Walker knew far too many people. They would each require at least some investigation, but he hadn't been able to remove the idea of eggplant pie out of his mind following his conversation with Walker yesterday.

Walker's plants were too young for produce, so Link had to seek the ripe vegetable elsewhere, and since a big kitchen is preferable to the one in their apartment, he simply stayed in the shelter's. Which is exactly where he is now, carefully making one eggplant attempt after another as well as some tried and true traditional cakes and pies. Some of the eggplant-infused dishes are very good, but nothing has met his high standards yet.]

You will find various cakes and pies in the sector 0, shelter kitchen. Limit one per criminal. [No, this doesn't apply to you, Walker.]

I would also be grateful for any recipe or advice on using eggplant in a sweet pie or pastry.
[action | open]
18 July 2011 at 04:58 pm
[Well, she'd already gotten her clothes. And the fireproof tags. So that was all taken care of. Except...she didn't really feel like going back to the house. She had a myriad of reasons, but none of them she really wanted to discuss or admit.]

[You can find her on a bench in the park, asleep. The bushel of clothes and tags are tucked underneath her, and she's unconsciously radiating steam due to the rain....which doesn't seem to bother her, either. There's occasional mumbling about "her school" and "a pharmacy," but otherwise she seems at peace.]

((OOC: Pretty much that. Poke her or disturb her or just watch her sleep, like a creeper or basically whatever~ Certain people or certain methods though, might make her break out the fire. Fair warning.))
The 124th Day
18 July 2011 at 05:22 pm
Good morning, inmates. It is the 124th day of the third generation.

Today it will rain most of the day, clearing up in the late afternoon. The temperature will be milder as a result.

Inmates Fujiwara no Mokou, Kon Shinonome, Miwako Sakurada, and Ritsuka Aoyagi, the items you requested are available by the entrance to Sector 0. Inmate Zelgadis Greywars, the book you requested is available from the library.
[video | action]
15 July 2011 at 09:51 pm
[It's been a long time since they've felt stirrings like these. There's a restlessness in their movements, the subtle, minor twitches of a caged animal. Anger simmers and throbs underneath their skin, and anyone who walks through the park will see the cruel and angry gouges within the earth and trees that marks their passing.]

Have you ever killed before, fellow inmates? If so, what did it feel like to you? [They truly want to know, and though there might be a grin on their face, their expression is pensive.]

((OOC: Potential for fights here, if you tick 'em off enough! Fair warning. <3))
[Action/Open, Voice/Private | Daytime | Education Center] Busy busy day~
12 July 2011 at 10:46 am
[ Morning | Computer Labs]

[ While Kohran considered herself a genius when it comes to inventions and the relatively steam-based technology of her world, she still finds herself a little stumped with regards to the more advanced programs Marina's computers offered.

She had no problems with word processing -- she's actually having fun changing fonts and colors around. She's also poking around a drawing program, doodling figures with her mouse. Somewhere along the way, she gets distracted by a game (must be the gears...) ]

[ Afternoon | Music Room ]

[ A few piano notes are heard though only key notes just going along with a voice singing an easy ballad* It was more for practice than a real performance, but she wouldn't mind company and sing someone a song. ]

[ She also takes the opportunity to call on a few people... ]

[ Voice | Private to Kaworu ]
Kaworu-han? I have sheet music I would like to show you. Do you have a moment?

[ Voice | Private to Hokuto ]
Good afternoon, Miss Sumeragi! I'm Kohran Li! May I have a moment of your time?

(( OOC: Open action post! Catch her at the Computer Lab or at the Music Room, just note it somewhere in your tag. Also, pretend it's Kohran singing for the sake of practice |D;; Her voice actually sounds like this. ))
The 123rd Day
11 July 2011 at 05:17 pm
Good morning, inmates. It is the 123rd day of the third generation. I am pleased to note that no new inmates were freed from their restraints. The system appreciates your cooperation.

The weather will continue to be warm, so be advised against doing activities without sufficient hydration or cooling.

Inmates Hiling Care and Hokuto Sumeragi, the items you requested are available by the entrance to Sector 0.
[action, video | open]
09 June 2011 at 03:03 pm
[Hello, Marina. Here's a familiar face! Only...not so much. This time around, GIR appears on the screen with red eyes and he seems to be a little more than peeved about being here.

There's a moment of silence before one eyes twitches and he attempts to hack into his communicator, wires popping out of his head to pick at it and try to broadcast to as many other communicators as he can. Of course that's not necessary, but he's doing it anyway.]

WE MEET AGAIN, ACUMEN. Your accusations are stupid! Your facility is STUPID!


[If you're a little ways away from the library, you should be able to see GIR seething as he starts to approach it. But be careful if you choose to approach him]

To the indigenous life of Marina Asylum: YOUR BRAINS WILL BE MINE. SLEEP IN FEAR. SLEEP IN FEAAAR!

OOC Note~ )
[video/voice: locked from Kamuis; action: locked to Kamui Shirou]
09 June 2011 at 01:31 pm
[when the feed opens, Subaru is already blushing and hasn't even started.]

What do you do if... you like someone? Or-- more than just... one someone? And someone else-- s-someone else likes them, too, and they might like both of you, and someone else might like you--

[that doesn't make any sense. he takes a deep breath and tries this again.]

How do you know if it's okay to like someone? [there. that's better.]

[a bit later, in the house, Subaru has been oddly quiet for the past couple of days. he's got some tea now, and he's going to very carefully go look for Kamui.]

[ video ]
07 June 2011 at 06:27 pm
[ He's silent for a moment. This new memory -- no, it couldn't be a memory, but -- well, it came out of nowhere. Except that wasn't true, either. It came from somewhere in his brain, which meant either it was a real memory or a hallucination. A bad reaction from the stimulation, maybe made worse because of the vicodin? ]

Stop the carousel, Chase. Ate too much cotton candy and now it's time for little Timmy to get off and vomit.

[ And nothing happens. He's still hallucinating. Mmkay. ]

Hey. Moron. It's not working, as in, time to stop.

[ Inspecting the weird digital S&M mask he came equipped with now, as he continues to ramble in not so much a nervous way, but in order to walk himself through this bizarre occurrence of sci-fi and crime drama. ]

Yeah, yeah, I get it. Under the ocean minus the reggae and sexy redhead mermaid. Sounds like the opposite of fun. [ another brief pause, as he grunts and fails at trying to get up ] And where the hell is my cane?